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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 


REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 


BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 


THE   LIBRARY  OF 


PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


#7 


"  JftN  15  1934 


WAYFARING  HYMNS, 


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BY 

ANNA    WARNER. 


1  For  they  that  say  such  things  declare  plainly  that  they  seek  a 
country."  —  Heb.  xi.  14. 


NEW   YORK: 

ANSON  D.  F.  RANDOLPH   AND    CO., 

770,  Broadway. 


DEDICATION. 


I  am  asked  for  a  dedication,  —  and  to  whom 
should  it  be,  but  to  those  who  in  every  place,  of 
every  colour,  of  every  age;  owning  "not  so 
much  as  a  foot,"  as  yet,  of  the  Promised  Land ; 
are  "dwelling  in  tabernacles  with  Isaac  and 
Jacob." 

For  they  look  for  a  "  city  which  hath  founda- 
tions. " 


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PREFACE. 


*THHERE  is  really  no  need  of  a  preface  to  this 
tiny  book,  except  to  slightly  modify  a  word 
on  the  title-page :  the  hymns  are  not  quite  all 
"original"  or  "translated."  The  soldier's 
hymn,  "  Rest, "  is  an  exception. 

One  or  two  have  appeared  in  print  before, 
although  they  will  probably  be  new  to  most 
readers.  Then  of  two  or  three  the  thought  — 
or  the  refrain  —  came  from  one  mind,  and  the 
lines  from  another:  instance  "The  Cross-bear- 
er," (from  a  certain  series  of  little  French 
pictures) ;  and  the  lines  on  Mrs.  Graham's 
wonderful  words  as  she  closed  her  daughter's 
eyes  for  ever  in  this  world ;  as  well  as  the  last 


VI  PREFACE. 

hymn  in  the  book.  Hymns  they  are  not  all,  of 
course,  strictly:  I  use  the  word  because  no  bet- 
ter comes. 

"  Wayfaring  Hymns"  is  meant  to  be  only  the 
first  of  a  series  of  six  or  eight  pocket-books  ;  all 
small,  helpful,  easy  to  carry,  fit  for  a  wayfarers 
use.     Such  they  are  meant  to  be. 

The  Island,  July  14,  1869. 


CONTENTS. 


Walking  with  God.    •••••••• 9 

The  Whole  Heart • 12 

First  the  Kingdom.    ••••• 14 

Be  of  Good  Cheer • 17 

Saved  by  his  Life    .•••••••• 19 

There  and  Here • 21 

The  Cross-bearer 24 

In  Darkness,  Light 27 

"On  thee  do  I  wait  all  the  day" 30 

O  God,  my  Heart  is  fixed 31 

The  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand 33 

"i  flee  unto  thee " 35 

"Fear  not:  I  will  help  thee" 37 

Better 40 

A  Morning  Song 4* 

m  I  have  holden  thee  by  thy  right  hand  "  ....  43 

My  All  in  All * 45 


viii  CONTENTS. 

The  Master     ••••••• 48 

I  can  do  All •••••••.50 

Rest 52 

Your  Life  is  hid 53 

The  Darkness  hideth  not  from  theb 56 

COiMPLETE   IN   HIM 57 

Come  and  welcome $9 

"Not  with  Corruptible  Things" 61 

The  Song  of  a  Tired  Servant .  64 


WAYFARING     HYMNS. 


WALKING  WITH   GOD. 

A  NOTHER  day  is  ended, 
"*■  ^    Another  mile-stone  past : 
How  have  I  spent  the  hours 

That  glided  by  so  fast  ? 
Have  I  with  eager  striving 

Been  faithful  in  each  thing  ? 
Or  served  I  only  pleasure,  — 

Myself,  and  not  my  King  ? 

In  the  sweet  fear  of  Jesus 

Did  I  begin  the  day  ? 
With  longing  and  thanksgiving 

Did  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
That,  as  a  ransomed  sinner, 

Each  hour,  each  thought,  might  be 
To  his  glad  service  given, 

By  whom  my  soul  is  free  ? 


lo  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Have  I,  in  the  life  calling 

Where  he  hath  placed  my  lot, 
Been  diligent  and  zealous, 

His  praise  forgetting  not  ? 
Ready  to  serve  my  neighbour, 

With  open  heart  and  hand, 
All  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

Obeying  his  command  ? 

And  as  the  day  went  softly, 

How  have  I  ruled  my  breast  ? 
Have  I  found  time  in  business 

To  glance  up  towards  my  rest  ? 
Have  I  gone  my  way  rejoicing 

In  God's  most  precious  love, 
And  rested  all  my  efforts 

On  Him  who  rules  above  ? 

And  while  this  world's  fair  sunshine 

Shone  warm  upon  my  way, 
Did  I  think  of  God,  my  Father, 

Who  directed  each  bright  ray  ? 
Or  if  the  day  turned  stormy, 

And  the  wind  grew  keen  and  wild, 
Did  I  clasp  the  hand  that  led  me, 

And  follow  as  a  child  ? 


WALKING    WITH  GOD,  II 

And  how  have  been  the  hours 

That  I  with  friends  have  spent  ? 
Was  my  heart  for  friendship  ready  ? 

Spoke  I  only  what  I  meant  ? 
Was  my  fervour  always  gentle  ? 

My  spirit  single,  true  ? 
Said  I  nothing,  did  I  nothing, 

Which  I  now  would  fain  undo  ? 

And  then,  among  my  household, 

How  have  I  moved  this  day  ? 
Has  my  sweet  example  bound  them 

To  watch  and  love  and  pray  ? 
Had  I  grief  for  every  sorrow, 

And  help  for  every  care  ? 
When  a  prize  was  drawn  by  others, 

Did  my  heart  the  gladness  share  ? 

Was  the  very  thought  of  straying 

A  bitter  pain  to  me  ? 
Have  I  fought  each  wrong  desire, 

And  wrestled  to  be  free  ?" 
And  if  my  heavenly  Father 

Should  call  my  soul  this  night, 
Am  I  willing,  am  I  ready, 

To  appear  before  his  sight  ? 


12  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

0  God,  let  nothing  blind  me  ! 
Thou  knowest  well  the  whole. 

1  feel  and  daily  mourn  for 
The  weakness  of  my  soul. 

Forgive  my  sins  and  failings 
Through  Jesus'  blood  alone, 

And  enter  not  to  judgment,  — 
Sit  not  on  thy  white  throne. 

Those  whom  their  sins  do  weary, 

I  know  thou  wilt  forgive  ; 
The  mercy  that  thou  lovest, 

Grant,  that  my  soul  may  live. 
Now  in  the  long  night  watches, 

Watch  thou,  my  Lord,  for  me ; 
Let  me  live  unto  thy  glory, 

Or  dying,  die  to  thee. 


Gellert 


THE   WHOLE   HEART. 


T    O VE  doth  the  whole  —  not  part  —  desire  : 
"^     My  Lord,  so  doth  thy  love  require, 
And  such  is  my  heart-cry  for  thee. 


THE    WHOLE  HEART.  1 3 

Thus  love  by  love  shall  mount  yet  higher : 
All  mine,  all  thine,  the  bond  shall  be. 

Ueloved  Lord,  I  watch  thy  pleasure, 
15y  thine  approval  all  things  measure  ; 
What  thou  dost  call  for,  I  resign. 
Thou  art  the  satisfying  treasure 
Of  each  wayfarer's  heart,  and  mine. 

I  am  content  in  each  sad  hour, 

If  grief  but  bind  soul,  heart,  and  power, 

All  more  united  in  thy  fear. 

Keep  thou  my  pearl,  —  be  my  strong  tower: 

Lord,  I  renew  my  covenant  here. 

Let  my  poor  hand  lie  empty,  weary, 
Yet  having  thee,  life  is  not  dreary; 
F  or  I  have  known  thee  in  my  breast ; 
And  now  I  cannot  live  but  near  thee, 
And  out  of  thee  can  no  more  rest. 

O  Love,  my  guilty  soul  o'erflowing  ! 
O  Power,  thy  mighty  grace  bestowing  ! 
Hold  fast  to  thee  thy  pledged  friend. 
My  hold  slips  off  when  storms  are  blowing; 
Let  thy  hand  grasp  me  till  the  end. 


14  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Let  no  strange  hand  disturb  or  move  me : 
Close  at  thy  side,  Lord,  keep  me,  love  me ; 
Deep  in  my  heart,  Lord,  dwell  and  shine. 
Now  thou  and  I,  with  no  third  nigh, 
The  bond  shall  be,  all  mine,  all  thine. 

Tersteegen 


FIRST   THE   KINGDOM. 

OSOUL,  why  dost  thou  weary 
Thyself  with  earthly  things  ? 
They  turn  to  dust  and  ashes, 
They  speed  away  with  wings. 
Jesus  alone  can  give 
Joys  that  will  ever  live. 

Call  in  thy  scattered  powers 
To  bear  thee  up  on  high  ; 
Turn  now  thy  heart  towards  heaven, 
Through  grace  mount  up  and  fly. 
Place  on  thy  spirit's  throne 
Jesus,  and  him  alone. 


FIRST   THE  KINGDOM.  15 

Sweet  rest  thou  dost  desire, 

Thy  troubled  heart  to  still : 
Haste,  then,  to  the  life  fountain ; 
There  richly  take  at  will. 
Jesus  can  give  thee  rest, 
Jesus  can  still  thy  breast. 

Know'st  not  that  this  world's  glitter 

Far  other  aims  doth  give, 
Than  Jesus  sets  before  thee, 
For  which  he  bids  thee  live  ? 
Jesus  claims  all  thy  heart, 
Not  the  poor  refuse  part. 

The  breath  of  God  hath  made  thee, 

His  Spirit  fills  thy  breast ; 
And  thou  by  Christ  art  ransomed, 
And  chosen  to  his  rest. 

Thy  home,  O  soul !  is  there : 
Shall  earth  have  all  thy  care  ? 

Spring  up,  then,  oft  in  spirit, 

Unto  the  heavenly  height, 
And  leave  earth's  poor  attractions 

Behind  thee  in  thy  flight, 


1 6  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

And  near  to  Jesus  stand, 
And  view  thy  native  land. 

Draw  near  the  unsullied  fountain 
From  the  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Himself  in  fullest  measure 

That  stream  will  make  thine  own. 
There  shalt  thou  end  thy  pain, 
Nor  ever  thirst  again. 

Keep  his  majestic  glory 

Each  day  before  thine  eyes  ; 
To  him  with  eager  praying 
Let  thy  poor  heart  arise  ! 
Make  Jesus  all  thy  good,  — 
Thy  soul's  sweet  daily  food. 

In  simple  trust  go  forward 

Till  every  wish  is  still ; 
The  love  of  God,  thy  Father, 
In  heaven  thy  soul  shall  fill : 
There  shalt  thou  fully  rest, 
There  be  for  ever  blest. 

WOLP 


BE  OF  GOOD   C1IEER.  17 


BE   OF   GOOD    CHEER. 

Z^NCE  out  of  Egypt,  once  set  free, 

^^     Fear  nothing  more  that  may  come  to  thee ; 

Fear  not  Egypt's  following  host, 

Fear  not  Pharaoh's  scornful  boast. 

He  may  follow,  but  just  to  see 
The  God  of  the  Hebrews  fight  for  thee ; 
To  see  the  enclosing  waves  divide, 
And  Israel  safe  on  the  other  side. 

What  though  then  the  road  may  lie 
Where  sands  are  burning  and  streams  run  dry? 
What  though  mirage  be  the  fairest  view  ? 
Palms  of  victory  grow  there  too  ! 

Not  alone  through  the  desert  waste, 
With  staff  in  hand,  we  go  in  haste. 
The  presence  of  men  may  not  be  found : 
The  presence  of  God  is  all  around. 

2 


1 8  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

I  cannot  see  him,  but  day  by  day 
tie  goeth  before  me  on  the  way ; 
To  seek  for  me,  wherever  I'm  sent, 
A  place  whereon  I  may  pitch  my  tent. 

The  barren  sands  are  rich  with  bread, 
'  The  wilderness  sees  a  table  spread ; 
The  flinty  rock  gives  out  a  spring, 
Making  the  desert  bloom  and  sing. 

Our  shoes  of  peace  will  never  grow  old. 
Our  staff  of  strength  can  the  world  uphold ; 
And  ever  new  is  our  pilgrim  dress, 
Made  of  the  Lord's  own  righteousness. 

Findest  thou  not  in  the  hottest  day 
A  shadow  of  cloud  upon  thy  way  ? 
Seest  thou  not  in  the  darkest  night, 
A  gleam  from  the  guiding  pillar  of  light  ? 

So  press  on,  till  the  river  is  near, 

And  the  hills  of  Canaan  rise  bright  and  clear ; 

Gather  to-day  from  the  desert  sand, 

But  to-morrow  the  new  corn  of  the  land ! 


SAVED  BY  HIS  LIFE.  1 9 


SAVED   BY   HIS   LIFE. 

JESUS  lives  !  with  him  shall  I  ! 
J      O  Death,  where  now  are  all  thy  fears  ? 
My  Lord  doth  live,  he  dwells  on  high : 

So  shall  I  live,  through  endless  years ! 
My  Lord's  own  light  shall  glorify : 
This  is  my  trust. 

Jesus  lives  !     Upon  his  head 

The  crown  of  empire  doth  rest ; 
And  with  him  I,  whom  he  hath  led, 

Shall  ever  reign,  for  ever  blest. 
God  will  do  all  that  he  hath  said : 
This  is  my  trust. 

Jesus  lives  !  away  all  doubt ! 

Shall  God's  great  love  and  power  decrease  ? 
His  grace  doth  compass  us  about, 

That  every  sinner  may  find  peace. 
Who  comes  through  Christ  is  not  cast  out : 
This  is  my  trust. 


20  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Jesus  lives  !  his  life  is  mine  ; 

Then  let  my  life  be  wholly  his. 
Rise  up,  my  soul !  arise  and  shine  ! 

Tread  down  the  sin  that  in  thee  is. 
The  weak  his  arms  of  strength  entwine : 
This  is  my  trust. 

Jesus  lives  !  I  know  it  well : 

Nothing  can  come  between  us  twain ; 
No  might  of  darkness  nor  of  hell, 

No  principality,  no  pain. 
He  will  give  hosts  their  hosts  to  quell : 
This  is  my  trust. 

Jesus  lives  !  then  death  for  me 
Is  but  the  passage  into  life. 

What  light  within  my  soul  shall  be 
Mid  the  dark  shadows  of  that  strife ! 

Since  it  can  cry  believingly, 
Lord  !  Lord,  my  trust ! 


THERE  AND  HERE.  21 


THERE   AND    HERE. 

TT  THAT  is  this  host  that  round  the  throng 
*  ^       That  near  to  Jesus  stand  ? 

A  countless  band  ! 

Each  robed  in  white, 

Each  crowned  with  light ; 
A  palm  in  each  victorious  hand. 

How  loud  their  song  of  joy  resounds  ! 
"Jesus  "  its  sweet  refrain  : 

"  For  he  was  slain, 

And  life-blood  gave 

Our  souls  to  save." 
And  angels  hear  and  swell  the  strain. 

O  these  were  unto  glory  borne, 
On  the  deep  trouble-sea,  — 

Tossed  fearfully ! 

Now  by  Christ's  blood, 

A  stronger  flood, 
They  are  at  rest  where  they  would  be. 

No  more,  no  more,  their  souls  shall  faint 
With  the  day's  heat  and  care : 


22  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Storms  reach  not  there  ; 
Their  life-work  done, 
Their  life-race  run, 
Only  a  weight  of  joy  they  bear. 

For  He  who  hung  upon  the  cross 
Their  place  in  heaven  to  buy, 

Will  well  supply 

Peace,  joy,  and  rest : 

Each  longing  breast 
He  with  himself  will  satisfy. 

He  leadeth  them  to  living  springs, 
Eternal,  fresh,  and  clear. 

They  know  no  fear  : 

The  Lord's  own  hand, 

By  whom  they  stand, 
Hath  wiped  away  each  glittering  tear. 

Ah,  Lord  Jesus  !  look  on  me, 
Wandering  in  this  exile  land. 

I  look  up,  my  Lord,  to  thee. 

Unto  thee  stretch  out  my  hand ; 

Daily  draw  my  soul  more  near, 
Through  the  pain,  the  fight,  the  fear. 


THERE  AND  HERE.  23 

Wash  my  heart's  dark  sins  away, 
Make  my  garments  shining  white  ; 

Let  thy  blood  from  day  to  day 

Be  my  weary  soul's  delight. 

Jesus  !  bid  my  faith  take  wing, 
And  my  heart  shout  for  her  King. 

Make  me  as  a  little  child, 
New  created  for  thy  praise  ; 
Humble,  patient,  undefiled, — 
Show  in  me  the  marks  of  grace. 
Tear  the  hindering  veil  away, 

Let  thy  light  make  perfect  day  ! 

Number  me  with  that  blest  nation 
Who  are  like,  my  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Who  go  in  through  tribulation : 
Let  me,  too,  a  conqueror  be 
Over  grief  and  death  and  pain, 

Till  thy  presence  I  attain. 

Help  me  willingly  to  serve 
As  thy  minister  each  day  ; 

Never  falter,  never  swerve  ; 

Thou  the  glory  of  my  way. 

If  I'm  burdened,  yet  I'm  blest,— 
Thou  my  shelter,  shade,  and  rest. 


24  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

When  wilt  thou  my  prayers  fulfil  ? 
Come,  my  Lord  !  oh,  shew  thy  face  ! 
Hasten  now  my  thirst  to  still, 
Lead  me  towards  thy  dwelling-place. 
Dry  off  my  tears,  O  Love  Divine,  — 

Well,  well  for  me,  since  thou  art  mine. 


THE   CROSS-BEARER. 

TT  THEN  I  set  out  to  follow  Jesus, 

*  *       My  Lord  a  cross  held  out  to  me  ; 
Which  I  must  take,  and  bear  it  onward, 
If  I  would  his  disciple  be. 

I  turned  my  head  another  way, 

And  said,  Not  this,  my  Lord,  I  pray ! 

Yet  as  I  could  not  quite  refuse  him, 

I  sought  out  many  another  kind, 
And  tried  among  those  painted  crosses 
The  smallest  of  them  all  to  find. 

But  still  the  Lord  held  forth  my  own, 
This  must  thou  bear,  and  this  alone. 


THE    CROSS-BEARER.  25 

Unheeding  then  my  dear  Lord's  offer, 

My  burdens  all  on  him  to  lay, 
I  tried  myself  my  cross  to  lighten 
By  cutting  part  of  it  away. 

And  still  the  more  I  tried  to  do, 
The  rest  of  it  more  heavy  grew. 

Well,  if  I  cannot  go  without  it, 

I'll  make  of  it  the  most  I  may  ; 
And  so  I  held  my  cross  uplifted, 
In  sight  of  all  who  came  that  way. 
Alas  !  my  pride  found  bitterly, 
My  cross  looked  small  to  all  but  me  ! 

And  then  I  was  ashamed  to  bear  it, 

Where  others  walked  so  free  and  light ; 
And  trailed  it  in  the  dust  behind  me, 
And  tried  to  keep  it  out  of  sight. 
Till  Jesus  said,  Art  thou  indeed 
Ashamed  to  follow  as  I  lead  ? 

No,  no  !  why,  this  shall  be  my  glory,  — 

All  other  things  I'll  count  but  loss. 
And  quickly  then  I  fashioned  garlands, 
And  hung  them  round  about  my  cross. 
Ah,  foolish  one  !  such  works  are  dead; 
Bear  it  for  me.  the  Master  said. 


26  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

And  still  I  was  not  prompt  to  mind  him, 

But  let  my  self-will  choose  the  way ; 
And  sought  me  out  new  forms  of  service, 
And  would  do  all  things  but  obey. 
My  Lord  !  I  bless  thee  for  the  pain 
Which  drove  my  heart  to  thee  again. 

I  bore  it  then,  with  him  before  me, 

Right  onward  through  the  day's  white  heat ; 
Till,  with  the  toil  and  pain  o'ermastered, 
I  fainting  sank  down  at  his  feet. 
But  for  his  matchless  care  that  day, 
I  should  have  perished  where  I  lay. 

But,  oh  !  I  grew  so  very  weary 

When  life  and  sense  crept  back  once  more ! 
The  whole  horizon  hung  with  darkness, 
And  grief  where  joy  had  been  before  : 
Better  to  die,  I  said,  and  rest, 
Than  live  with  such  a  burden  pressed. 

Then  Jesus  spoke  :  Bring  here  thy  burden, 

And  find  in  me  a  full  release  ; 
Bring  all  thy  sorrows,  all  thy  longings, 
And  take  instead  my  perfect  peace. 
Trying  to  bear  thy  cross  alone  ! 
Child,  the  mistake  is  all  thine  own. 


IN  DARKNESS,  LIGHT.  2*J 

And  now  my  cross  is  all  supported,  — 

Part  on  my  Lord,  and  part  on  me  ; 
But  as  he  is  so  much  the  stronger, 
He  seems  to  bear  it,  —  I  go  free. 

I  touch  its  weight  just  here  and  here,  — 
Weight  that  would  crush,  were  he  not  near. 

Or  if  at  times  it  seemeth  heavy, 
And  if  I  droop  along  the  road, 
The  Master  lays  his  own  sweet  promise  * 
Between  my  shoulder  and  the  load ; 
Bidding  my  heart  look  up,  not  down, 
Till  the  cross  fades  before  the  crown. 


IN   DARKNESS,    LIGHT. 

T    ORD,  make  my  spirit  still ! 
"^^     All  things  that  vex  me,  or  alarm, 
Can  happen  only  by  thy  righteous  will, 
Who  nothing,  sendest  to  my  harm. 


1  "The  pillow  of  the  promises."  —  Rutherford. 


28  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Thy  powerful  hand  brings  changes  one  by 

one  ; 
But  what  thou  doest,  is  well  done. 

So,  in  the  roughest  ways, 

Thou  leadest  on  to  happiness  ; 
And  who  to  thee  doth  consecrate  his  days, 
Trouble  shall  meet  him  but  to  bless. 

The  end  thereof  shall  clear  and  glorious  be, 
Though  the  dull  heart  fail  now  to  see. 

Let  me  be  still  and  trust. 

While  thou  art  dealing  grievous  things, 
Thy  love  enfoldeth  him  who  from  the  dust 
Flies  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

And  who  in  thy  strong  wisdom  rests  and 

waits, 
The  gale  shall  bring  him  precious  freights. 

The  use  of  grief  lies  hid. 

Who  hath  it  clearly  understood  ? 
What  folly  and  imprudence  dwell  amid 
Our  hopes  and  fears  for  earthly  good  ! 
All  that  would  help,  or  might  destroy  the 

soul, 
Who  can  search  out  and  know  the  whole  ? 


IN  DARKNESS,  LIGHT.  29 

But  thou,  thou  knowest  all : 

And  knowing,  choosest  still  the  best. 
Father,  my  heart  from  murmuring  recall, 
In  this  sure  confidence  to  rest. 
So  in  the  deepest  pain  thy  praise  I'll  sing: 
What  my  God  will,  let  each  day  bring. 

The  hour  at  last  shall  come, 

Which  shall  my  life's  whole  longing  fill ; 
When  thou  shalt  lead  our  weary  spirits  home 
To  the  new  clay  on  Zion's  hill. 

Then  by  our  opened  eyes  it  shall  be  seen, 
How  perfect  all  thy  work  has  been. 

Then  shall  from  all  my  night 

The  eternal  sunshine  set  me  free ; 
Then  shall  my  heart  break  forth  in  full  delight ; 
Then  on  my  lips  this  song  shall  be  : 

The   Lord,  who  my  salvation  sought  and 

won, 
Hath  every  thing  thereto  well  done  ! 


^C  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 


"ON   THEE   DO    I    WAIT   ALL  THE 
DAY." 

T  AM  waiting  on  Jesus,  —  no  poor  slave, 
■*■     Seeking  the  nod  of  an  earthly  king  ; 
But  waiting  on  Him  who  life-blood  gave 
My  soul  to  his  court  and  love  to  bring. 
I  wait  for  direction,  for  help,  for  grace, 
But  never  forgotten  nor  out  of  place. 

Waiting  on  Jesus  :   I  know  well 

It  cannot  be  I  should  wait  in  vain  ; 
He  sees  the  need  I  can  hardly  tell, 

He  counts  the  throbbings  of  hope  or  pain. 
His  chosen  time  —  not  mine  —  is  best, 
And  even  waiting  for  him  is  rest. 

Never  his  help  can  come  too  late, 

Never  his  love  can  move  too  slow ; 
His  comfort  is  sure  if  I  but  wait, 
His  presence  is  with  me  where  I  go. 
There  just  before,  in  sunshine  or  storm, 
If  but  by  the  lightning,  I  see  his  form. 

I  wait  upon  Jesus.     O  my  Lord, 
My  expectation  is  all  from  thee  ! 


0   GOD,  MY  HEART  IS  FIXED!         3 1 

I  know  in  truth  I  cannot  afford 
A  pensioner  of  the  world  to  be. 
I  am  too  poor  to  win  its  shine,  — 
Too  rich  to  wear  it,  if  thou  art  mine. 

O  golden  unseen  courts,  where  we 

Are  waiting  on  Jesus  all  the  day  ! 
From  all  the  trammels  of  earth  set  free, 
The  fetters  of  sin  all  taken  away ; 
Ready  to  follow  and  do  and  bear, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  and  in  Jesus'  care. 


O   GOD,    MY   HEART   IS    FIXED! 

IV /TY  whole  desire 

■^     Doth  deeply  turn  away 
Out  of  all  time,  unto  eternal  day. 
I  give  myself,  and  all  I  call  my  own, 
To  Christ  for  ever,  to  be  his  alone. 

I  leave  the  world, 

Its  wealth  allures  not  me  : 

With  God  alone  will  I  contented  be. 

The  creature  shall  no  longer  fill  my  mind  ; 

In  the  Creator  what  I  want  I  find. 


32  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Now,  O  my  God, 

My  comfort,  portion,  rest ! 

Thou,  none   but   thou,   shalt  reign  within   my 

breast. 
Call  me  to  thee  !  call  me  thyself — oh  speak, 
And  bind  my  heart  to  thee,  whom  most  I  seek ! 

Then  let  me  dwell 

But  as  a  pilgrim  here  : 

One    to   whom   earth   seems   distant  —  heaven 

more  near. 
Let  this  my  joy,  my  life,  my  life-work,  be, 
To  die  to  self,  to  live,  my  Lord,  to  thee. 

I  know  this  road 

Through  narrow  straits  doth  wend, 

Wherein  my  stubborn  will  must  stoop  and  bend 

Jesus,  I  offer  unto  thee  my  will,  — 

Thy  love  can  make  it  humble,  sweet,  and  still. 

Thou  art  my  King,  — 
My  King  henceforth  alone  ; 
And  I  thy  servant,  Lord,  am  all  thine  own. 
Give  me  thy  strength  :  oh  let  thy  dwelling  be 
In  this  poor  heart  that  pants,  my  Lord,  for  thee  ! 

Tersteegbn. 


CHIEF  AMONG    TEN   THOUSAND.        3j 


THE  CHIEF  AMONG  TEN  THOUSAND 

QEE,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 

^     O  glances  full  of  woe, 

O  face  dishonoured,  scorned, 

O  lips  that  long  to  go, 

O  head  with  death-drops  wet, 

O  heart  so  patient  yet, 

O  soul  with  death-pains  filled, 

O  love  by  grief  not  killed  ! 

See,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 
Ah,  see  each  open  wound  ! 
O  sinners,  have  not  ye 
The  Holy  One  thus  bound  ? 
Made  not  your  lusts  each  thorn 
With  which  his  brow  is  torn  ? 
Did  not  your  sins  betray, 
And  on  the  cross  thus  slay  ? 

See,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 
Let  tears  come  like  a  flood : 
It  is  our  guilt  that  drew 
Those  drops  of  precious  blood ; 


34  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Pass  not  by  here  in  vain, 
Where  pain  is  over  pain ; 
But  through  his  rent  side  see 
How  Christ's  heart  beats  for  thee. 

See,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 
Ah,  yes,  we  want  to  know 
Thou  gracious  Friend  of  men, 
How  far  thy  love  could  go. 
So  long  as  eyes  can  see 
We  will  remember  thee  ; 
The  pain,  the  grief,  the  scorn, 
Which  thou  for  us  hast  borne. 

See,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 
Oh  look  on  us  in  grace  ! 
When  full  of  bitter  tears 
We  fall  before  thy  face, 
Then  let  those  dying  eyes 
Ans>ver  our  deep  heart-cries, 
And  thin  _  atoning  blood 
SpeaK  fOi'  us  unto  God. 

See,  what  a  man  is  this  ! 
We  look  to  thee  to-day, 
And  our  whole  confidence 
Upon  thy  suffering  lay. 


"  /  FLEE   UNTO    THEE:'  35 

Thy  bended  head  we  see, 
And  die,  our  Lord,  with  thee. 
So  shall  we  ever  live 
The  life  thy  death  doth  give  ! 


"I    FLEE    UNTO    THEE." 

T  HAVE  at  last  attained  the  rock 
-*-     Whereon  my  feeble  faith  may  rest. !   - 
A  rock  which  storms  can  never  shake ;  — 
A  rock  from  which  the  wild  flood's  crest, 
Though  with  the  force  of  hell  it  break, 
Must  back  rebound,  —  now  hideth  me 

Within  its  cleft. 
Deep  is  my  shelter  from  the  sea. 
Be  still,  my  heart !  dismiss  thy  fear : 
My  soul  can  never  perish  here. 

My  mingled  sins,  like  angry  waves, 
Tossed  me  about,  their  helpless  prey ; 
Death  seemed  to  hold  me  in  his  power, 
And  every  hope  was  far  away. 
My  guilty  conscience  in  that  hour 
Held  up  the  terrors  of  the  law, 
And  threatened  me 


36  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

With  justice  for  each  breach  I  saw. 
Despairing,  to  the  brink  of  hell, 
Wrestling  with  life  and  death  I  fell. 


Yet  in  the  midst  of  the  death-pain, 

Jesus  looked  down  and  saw  me  there. 

My  grief  his  tender  pity  stirred, 

He  caught  my  cry  of  deep  despair. 

Then  through  the  storm  his  voice  I  heard  : 

"  Wouldst  thou  from  death  and  hell  be  free  ? 

O  soul,  come  here  ! 
This  is  the  rock  once  cleft  for  thee. 
Come,  come,  and  hide  thee  in  my  breast : 
Fly,  soul !    here  only  is  thy  rest." 

And  O  my  Rock  !  how  safely  now 
Doth  my  weak  soul  in  thee  repose  ! 
Where  is  the  fear  it  felt  before  ? 
How  the  wild  flood  thy  presence  knows  ! 
My  fainting  heart,  in  thy  great  store, 
Finds  its  whole  paradise  of  good, 

And  strength  and  peace. 
O  who  but  thou,  my  Jesus,  could 
Bestow  such  love  on  worthless  me  ? 
Make  me  to  love  thee  endlessly  ! 


"FEAR  NOT:  I   WILL  HELP    THEE:'      37 

Now  let  the  roaring  winds  rush  on  ! 
And  stormy  sea  and  depths  arise,  — 
Ay,  e'en  the  death-flood  shew  its  crest, 
And  Satan  come  to  claim  his  prize  : 
They  cannot  reach  me  on  thy  breast. 
In  the  wild  tumult  of  that  day 

I  shall  be  safe. 
Mountain  and  hill  may  flee  away ; 
Yet  shall  my  rock  for  ever  stand, 
And  Jesus  hold  me  in  his  hand. 


"FEAR    NOT:     I    WILL    HELP   THEE.' 

"DEING  perplexed,  I  say, 
■*-^     Lord,  make  it  right ! 
Night  is  as  day  to  thee, 
Darkness  is  light. 

I  am  afraid  to  touch 

Things  that  involve  so  much  ;  — 
My  trembling  hand  may  shake, 
My  skilless  hand  may  break : 
Thine  can  make  no  mistake. 


38  \VA  YFARJXG   HYMNS. 

Being  in  grief,  I  say, 

Lord,  heal  my  breast ! 
Let  thy  hand  touch  me,  Lord ; 

Hush  me  to  rest. 
Aching  with  bruise  and  wound, 
Faint  on  the  cold  bare  ground, — 
Seest  thou  my  grievous  plight  ? 
Wrap  me  in  love  and  light ! 
Bear  me  outside  the  fight 


Being  in  doubt,  I  say, 
Lord,  make  it  plain  ! 
Which  is  the  true,  safe  way  ? 

Which  would  be  vain  ? 
I  am  not  wise  to  know, 
Nor  sure  of  foot,  to  go. 

My  blind  eyes  cannot  see 
What  is  so  clear  to  thee. 
Lord,  make  it  clear  to  me. 


Being  in  fear,  I  say, 
Lord,  shew  thy  face  ! 

Shine  on  my  daily  path, 
Lighting  each  place. 

Little  will  matter  then 


"FEAR  NOT:  I   WILL  HELP    TREE:'       39 

How  death  comes,  where,  or  when  : 
Little,  what  life  may  be  ; 
Little,  what  griefs  I  see. 
All  shall  be  well,  with  thee. 

Being  in  straits,  I  cry, 
Lord,  make  a  way  ! 
Open  a  door  for  me  : 
Help  me,  I  pray  ! 
Gold  thou  hast,  endless  store  : 
Strength,  all  I  want,  and  more. 
All  hearts  are  in  thy  hand,  — 
Nothing  can  thee  withstand : 
Lord,  look,  and  give  command. 

Now,  Lord,  what  wait  I  for  ? 

On  thee  alone 
My  hope  is  all  rested, — 

Lord,  seal  me  thine  own ! 
Only  thine  own  to  be, 
Only  to  live  to  thee. 

Thine,  with  each  day  begun. 
Thine,  with  each  set  of  sun : 
Thine,  till  my  work  is  done. 

Then,  Lord,  then  bear  thou  me 
Safe  through  the  flood  ; 


40  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

In  thy  courts  welcome  me, 

Bought  with  thv  blood. 
Once  prisoner,  now  unbound  ; 
Once  lost,  and  by  thee  found  ; 

Brought  home  from  sin  and  fears  ; 
Brought  home  from  death  and  tears,  - 
Home,  for  unnumbered  years  ! 

Amen. 


BETTER, 

4<  T  GIVE  thee  joy,  my  darling  !  " 
■*•     Escaped,  —  set  free  !  set  free  ! 

Thy  young  life-hours  of  sorrow 
Wore  on,  how  wearily  ! 

There  is  no  sorrow  yonder, 
Where  Jesus  welcomes  thee. 

I  give  thee  joy,  my  darling  ! 

Thy  sleep  is  calm  and  sweet, 
And  thy  bosom  heaves  no  longer 

With  that  painful,  fluttering  beat 
Till  the  resurrection  morning, 

Lie  still,  O  tired  feet ! 


BETTER.  41 

I  give  thee  joy,  my  darling  ! 

The  weight  is  off  thy  breast ! 
This  world  is  dark  and  stormy  — 

With  Jesus,  that  is  best. 
The  last  tear-drops  have  fallen  : 

Sweet  eyes,  now  take  your  rest. 

I  give  thee  joy,  my  darling  ! 

See  where  thy  mother  stands 
And  watches  with  rejoicing 

Those  motionless  dear  hands  ; 
And  thinks  of  thy  glad  spirit 

Among  the  angel  bands. 

I  give  thee  joy,  my  darling  ! 

I,  left  here  in  the  night, 
Can  see  beyond  the  river 

Thy  young  brow  bathed  in  light ; 
And  on  me  falls  the  radiance 

Of  thy  garments  shining  white. 

I  give  thee  joy,  my  darling  ! 

For  Jesus  is  thy  King ; 
And  to  his  blessed  presence 

He  will  all  his  people  bring. 
There  we,  one  day,  together 

Shall  Hallelujah  sing. 


WAYFARING  HYMNS. 


A   MORNING   SONG. 

O  INCE  I  one  day  from  yonder  sleeping 

^     Which  is  called  Death,  shall  stir  and  rise 

And  free  from  sin  and  pain  and  weeping, 

See  the  fair  dawn  upon  the  skies  : 
Then  now,  my  soul,  thyself  awake  ! 
Soon  will  that  last  long  morning  break. 
All  pilgrim  cares  will  be  a  dream, 

0  wondrous  day,  at  thy  first  gleam. 

My  Father,  help  me,  that  no  hour 

Of  all  my  life  accuse  me  then  ! 
Thine  be  my  life,  —  thine  every  power, — 

Thine  who  hast  raised  me  up  again. 

1  thank  thee,  Lord  !  —  let  every  day 
Bring  me  towards  thee  a  little  way  ; 
Each  joy,  each  grief,  their  work  perform, 
And  bear  me  on,  through  sun  and  storm. 

When  my  last  mortal  day  hath  risen, 
And  the  dark  waters  near  me  flow, 

Let  me  look  up  from  this  clay  prison, 
Stretching  my  hands,  and  glad  to  go. 


UI  HAVE  II  OLD  EN   THEE."  43 

Then  let  thy  strength  in  me  appear,  — 

Let  those  around  me  feel  thee  near ; 

See  heaven's  own  light  upon  me  shine, 

And  all  the  glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 

Klopstock. 


"I    HAVE   HOLDEN   THEE   BY   THY 
RIGHT   HAND." 

fTvHE    day  has    changed,  —  the    hou^s    that 
-*■  should  have  brought 

Sunshine,  bring  rain ; 
And  every  passing  moment  now  is  fraught 

With  weary  pain. 

Rain  ?  nay,  the  bitter  drops  are  very  few : 

I  may  not  weep  : 
There's  no  safe  channel,  O  my  tears  !  for  you  : 

Lie  still  and  deep. 

1  thought,  when  I  should  reach  this  point,  to 
find 

A  clearer  day ; 
But  all  my  wonted  gleams  are  left  behind 

Or  fled  away. 


44  WAYFARING  HYMNS, 

And  at  this  turn,  from  whence  my  fancied  road 

The  desert  left,  — 
Of   even    the    flowers    hope    hath    sometimes 
strewed, 

I  am  bereft. 

O  God,  I  pray  thee  now  to  soothe  and  heal 

This  sore  heart ; 
Subdue  the  weary  loneliness  I  feel,  — 

Thyself  impart. 

Fainting  and  broken,  at  thy  gracious  feet 

Myself  I  lay : 
Not  always  now  to  me  thy  word  seems  sweet, 

Nor  even  to  pray. 

And  if  sometimes  my  heart,  for  season  brief, 

Doth  flee  to  thee, 
'Tis  borne  on  such  a  tide  of  bitter  grief, 

It  scarce  seems  free. 

Is  this  the  service  I  have  sworn  to  give  ? 

Is  this  the  heart 
That  I  have  promised  should  not,  while  I  live, 

From  Jesus  part  ? 


MY  ALL  IN  ALL.  45 

Faith  doth  not  set  my  feet  upon  that  rock 

In  sweet  repose,  — 
My  soul  is  rather  tossed  there  by  the  shock 


And  even  now,  unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 

Nearer  to  thee, 
Will  the  dark  waters  sweep  me  off  at  last, 

Far  out  to  sea. 


MY  ALL   IN   ALL. 

POD  lives  !  can  I  despair, 
^^     As  if  he  were  not  mine  t 
Is  not  my  life  his  care  ? 
Is  not  his  hand  divine  ? 

He  knows  my  heart 

And  all  its  smart ; 
I  will  not  shrink,  I  will  not  faint, 
But  unto  him  make  all  my  plain  . 

God  hears,  when  none  will  hear ! 
My  soul,  art  thou  afraid  ? 


4-6  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

My  sighs  mount  to  his  ear : 
Will  he  refuse  his  aid  ? 

Nay,  when  I  cry 

He  doth  reply ; 
And  help  comes  from  his  dwelling-  place. 
And  I  can  triumph  in  his  grace. 

God  sees  !  —  My  heart,  be  still ! 

He  knows  thy  deepest  pain  ; 
The  joys  that  once  did  thrill, 
The  sorrows  that  remain. 
The  drops  that  fall 
He  counteth  all : 
Vea,  counts  them  precious,  till  the  day 
When  he  shall  wipe  all  tears  a>vay. 

God  leads  !  I  follow  then 

Through  paths  that  he  vvill  shew  ; 
The  world  and  craft  of  u:cn 
May  snares  arouikt  me  throw ; 
Yet  wondrously 
He  Jiieldeih  me, 
And  with  his  love  my  soui  will  guide, 
That  ne/er  more  my  steps  ma/  slide. 

ood  gives  !  —  there  is  no  fear 
That  1  of  want  shall  die  ; 


MY  ALL  IN  ALL.  47 

Though  hunger  come  right  near, 
Mercy  is  still  more  nigh. 

He  has  yet  bread  ! 

I  shall  be  fed,  — 
In  thirsty  deserts  well  supplied ; 
In  days  of  famine  satisfied. 

God  loves  !  although  my  pain 
May  doubt  his  tenderness. 
He  ever  doth  remain 

Close  by  my  cross,  to  bless. 
In  fear,  in  grief, 
Keep  thy  belief! 
The  Lord  doth  never  leave  his  own 
In  the  deep  waters  all  alone  ! 

God  lives  !  there  rest,  my  soul ; 
God  hears  !  before  him  bow ; 
God  sees  !  and  can  control ; 
God  leads  !  then  follow  thou. 
God  gives  and  loves,  — 
Look  up  above  ! 
O  heart,  be  done  with  all  thy  care  ! 
Thou  shalt  live  with  him  ever  there. 

SCHMOLIUL 


4-3  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 


THE   MASTER. 

V\ 7AITING  for  him  in  the  darkness, 

*  *       Watching  for  him  in  the  light ; 
Listening  to  catch  his  orders 

In  the  very  midst  of  the  fight. 
Seeing  his  slightest  signal 

Across  the  heads  of  the  throng ; 
Hearing  his  faintest  whisper 

Above  earth's  loudest  song. 
Dwelling  beneath  his  shadow 

In  the  burden  and  heat  of  the  day ; 
Looking  for  his  appearing, 

As  the  hours  wear  fast  away. 
Shining  —  to  give  him  glory  ; 

Working  —  to  praise  his  name  ; 
Bearing  with  him  the  suffering, 

Bearing/"^  him  the  shame. 

Art  thou  afraid  to  trust  him  ? 

Seeming  so  far  away  ? 
Wherefore  then  not  keep  closer, — 

Close,  as  he  says  we  may  ? 


THE  MASTER.  4Q 

Why  then  not  walk  beside  him, 

Holding  his  blessed  hand  ; 
Patiently  walking  onward 

All  through  the  weary  land  ? 
Passing  safe  through  the  mazes, 

The  tangle  of  grief  and  care  ; 
Safe  through  the  blossoming  garden 

Where  only  the  world  looks  fair. 
Crossing  with  him  the  chasm 

As  it  were  by  a  single  thread  ; 
Fording  with  him  the  river  — 

Christ  leading,  as  he  hath  led. 


Then  up  the  heights  of  glory, 

Unfollowed  by  death  or  sin ; 
Swift  through  the  pearl-white  portal 

Thy  feet  may  enter  in. 
Into  the  realm  of  music 

Where  not  a  note  will  jar  ; 
Into  the  clime  of  sweetness, 

Which  not  a  breath  will  mar ; 
Where  sighs  are  all  out  of  hearing, 

And  tears  are  all  out  of  sight ; 

And  the  shadows  of  earth  are  forgotten 

In  the  heaven  which  has  no  night 

4 


50  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Where  loss  yields  its  long-stored  interest, 
And  bitter  its  long-hid  sweet ; 

And  they  sing,  "  Unto  him  that  loved  us  ;  w 
And  lay  down  their  crowns  at  his  feet. 


I   CAN   DO   ALL. 

'T^HANKS,  thanks  be  to  thee  for  thy  pity, 
■*•       O  my  Redeemer,  Jesus  Christ ! 
Thou  who  without  the  holy  city 

Didst  give  for  me  thy  life  unpriced  ! 
Thy  grief  alone  can  comfort  me  : 
What  were  I,  Jesus,  without  thee  ? 

Thou  hast  for  me  thy  body  broken : 

Now  know  I,  I  am  ever  thine  ; 
And  I  have  drunk  thy  blood's  life  token, 

My  soul  is  washed  in  that  red  wine  ; 
Freed  from  its  guilt  and  curse  and  shame, 
Brought  back  to  God,  through  thy  dear  name. 


/   CAN  DO  ALL.  51 

Now  is  my  faith's  strong  anchor  grounded,  — 
Come  life,  come  death  !  I  wait  thy  word  : 

With  anguish  vexed,  with  cares  surrounded, 
My  soul  rejoices  in  the  Lord. 

By  thee  redeemed,  I  dread  no  more 

The  great  white  throne,  the  grave's  low  door 

By  faith  I  clasp  thee,  my  salvation ; 

Thou  only  my  deliverer  art ; 
My  strength  in  all  life's  agitation, 

The  choice  and  portion  of  my  heart. 
One  sign  from  thee,  —  my  griefs  are  done, 
And  my  eternal  joys  begun. 

And  when  at  last  the  solemn  hour 

Which  endeth  earthly  things,  shall  come ; 

Well  for  me  then  !  thy  love  and  power 
Have  ransomed  me  :   I'm  going  home  ; 

And  from  thy  lips  my  soul  awaits 

A  welcome  through  the  golden  gates. 


52  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 


REST.1 

T  LAY  me  down  to  sleep, 
■*•     With  little  thought  or  care 
Whether  my  waking  find 
Me  here  or  there. 

A  bowing,  burdened  head, 
That  only  asks  to  rest, 

Unquestioning,  upon 
A  loving  breast. 

My  good  right  hand  forgets 

Its  cunning  now, — 
To  march  the  weary  march 

I  know  not  how. 

I  am  not  eager,  bold, 

Nor  strong,  —  all  that  is  past: 
I  am  ready  not  to  do 

At  last,  at  last. 


1  Found  under  the  pillow  of  a  soldier  who  was  lying  dead  in  a 
hospital  near  Port  Royal,  South  Carolina. 


YOUR  LIFE  IS  HID.  S3 

My  half  day's  work  is  done, 

And  this  is  all  my  part ; 
I  give  a  patient  God 

My  patient  heart, 

And  grasp  his  banner  still, 
Though  all  its  blue  be  dim ; 

These  stripes,  no  less  than  stars, 
Lead  after  him. 


YOUR   LIFE  IS   HID. 

"  TTIDDEN  with  Christ"  !  no  eye  can  see 

■*■ A     The  changing  course   which   life   maj 
take 
To  the  low  sands  of  that  dark  sea 

Whose  waves  in  long  death  surges  break. 
It  winds  beneath  our  weary  feet, 

A  little  here,  a  great  deal  there  ; 
Each  pilgrim  on  the  road  shall  meet 

A  new,  fresh  growth  of  toil  and  care. 


54  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Hidden  with  Christ !  What  soul  can  know 

Through  what  strange  lands  his  way  may  lie  ? 
Through  what  wild  wilderness  of  snow, 

With  icy  rocks  and  cold  gray  sky  ; 
Where  neither  bird  nor  flower  is  seen  ; 

Nor  meadow  fair,  nor  leafy  brake  ; 
But  only  faith's  tall  evergreen, 

Wherein  the  storms  sweet  music  make. 

Hidden  with  Christ !  He  goes  before, 

And  marks  the  course  that  I  must  tread ; 
u  So  far  in  this  green  vale," — no  more, — 

Then  up  the  torrent's  rocky  bed  ! 
I  may  not  falter,  though  the  spray 

My  very  heart  and  senses  dim  ; 
In  fire  by  night,  and  cloud  by  day, 

My  Lord  leads  on  :    I  follow  him. 

Hidden  with  Christ !  Ah,  he  can  tell 

Why,  when  the  scene  held  out  so  much, 
The  flowers  that  seemed  the  fairest,  fell,  — 

Fell  by  his  hand,  ere  mine  could  touch  ! 
And  well  doth  my  Lord  Jesus  know 

How  plants  more  precious  and  more  rare 
Bloom  where  the  bitter  waters  flow  : 

The  same  dear  hand  doth  keep  them  there. 


YOUR  LIFE  IS  HID.  55 

Hidden  with  Christ !  O  precious  thought ! 

He  knows,  and  he  forgetteth  not : 
Knows  where  the  battle  will  be  fought, 

And  sends  his  legions  to  the  spot, 
From  his  high  throne  above  the  skies 

He  marks  each  little  step  I  take : 
No  danger  can  his  care  surprise, 

No  power  his  strong  defences  break. 

Hidden  with  Christ ;  — may  I  but  see 

Before  me  in  each  toilsome  day, 
The  form  of  him  once  slain  for  me, 

I'll  sing  and  triumph  all  the  way. 
Lord,  let  the  sunshine  of  thy  face 

Shine  in  my  heart,  abiding  there  ; 
Then  choose  my  trials,  comforts,  place,  — 

I  am  in  glory  everywhere  ! 

Hidden  with  Christ !  —  there  will  I  rest ; 

I  would  not  know  it  if  I  might, 
My  Lord's  true  watchword  is  the  best : 

"  Ye  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight.' 
How  would  it  help  me  to  discern 

The  sorrows  that  are  yet  in  store  ? 
Out  of  the  way  I  could  not  turn  ; 

And  Jesus  knows,  —  I  ask  no  more. 


56  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 


"THE   DARKNESS    HIDETH   NOT 
FROM   THEE." 

TS  the  night  blackness  ?  doth  each  star 
■*-     Refuse  upon  thy  way  to  shine  ? 
How  strong  thy  consolations  are  ! 
The  hand  that  leads  thee  is  divine. 
God  waiteth  for  no  guiding  ray, 
To  him  the  night  shines  as  the  day : 
It  is  not  dark  to  the  Lord. 

Are  the  mists  heavy  ?  closing  round 

Thy  pilgrim  road  on  every  side  ? 
Life  drawn  within  that  narrow  bound,  — 
The  world  beyond,  forlornly  wide  ? 
Poor  weary  child,  are  thine  eyes  dim  ? 
Trust  thyself  wholly,  then,  to  him  : 
It  is  not  dark  to  the  Lord. 

Are  the  clouds  thickening  ?  covering  all 

Thy  little  spot  of  fair  blue  sky  ? 
Do  the  great  drops  begin  to  fall, 


COMPLETE  IN  HIM.  S7 

And  winds  and  lightnings  round  thee  fly  ? 
Look  unto  Jesus  :  fear  no  more 
To  follow  where  he  goes  before  : 
It  is  not  dark  to  the  Lord. 


COMPLETE   IN   HIM. 

TT?ULL  of  failings,  now  my  soul 

Seeketh  in  the  darkness  light ; 
Jesus  !  hear  thou,  shew  thy  face, 
Put  the  shadows  all  to  flight ; 
I  entreat  thee  let  me  see  thee, 
Hide  no  longer  in  the  night ! 

I  perceive  it ;  my  rebellion 
Is  the  cause  of  all  my  grief; 
I  confess  it,  and  beseech  thee 
For  forgiveness  and  relief. 
Thou  canst  give  me,  O  my  Jesus, 
Help  and  grace  and  new  belief. 

Ah  with  sorrow,  from  my  heart 
Seek  I  thee,  my  life  and  trust ! 


58  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Long  my  soul  has  dwelt  in  mourning, 
Lying  prostrate  in  the  dust. 
Oh  come  hither  !  Jesus,  hasten  ! 
Thou  my  soul's  deep,  only  trust ! 

In  the  future  let  me  serve  thee 
Wisely  in  thy  chosen  way ; 
Ever  truer,  purer,  brighter, 
Growing  like  thee  every  day ; 
Men  shall  see  that  all  my  power 
Comes  from  thee  whom  I  obey. 

Teach  me,  lead  me,  and  prepare  me : 

As  thou  wilt,  my  soul  refine : 

Let  thy  love  fill  my  desire, 

And  through  all  my  life-work  shine. 

O  what  blessing,  O  what  glory, 

Thus  to  cry,  Thou  mine,  I  thine  ! 

Jesus,  keep  me,  till  thy  presence 
Shineth  out  before  my  eyes, 
Where  thy  children  weep  no  longer, 
Where  are  heard  no  bitter  sighs. 
Step  by  step  I'll  mount  the  ladder 
On  which  men  to  thee  may  rise. 


COME  AND    WELCOME.  59 


COME  AND   WELCOME. 

"A/I  Y  Jesus  the  sinner  receives  ! 
-*-*-*-     O  tell  the  glad  news  from  on  high 
To  each  who  the  righteous  way  leaves, 
In  the  broad  road  of  ruin  to  die. 
Salvation  is  here : 
O  sinner,  draw  near  ! 
For  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

We  are  none  of  us  worthy  his  grace, 

But  he  in  his  word  hath  made  known 
The  pity  that  shines  in  his  face, 

And  life's  open  doorway  hath  shewn. 
His  blood  paved  the  way, 
And  enter  we  may  ; 
For  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

O  troubled  in  spirit,  come  here,  — 

All  ye  who  are  mourning  for  sin  ! 
For  Jesus  bids  each  one  draw  near, 
No  matter  how  far  off  he's  been. 
Think  on  it,  believing, — 
Then  cease  from  thy  grieving  ; 
For  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 


60  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

So  when  a  poor  sheep  is  astray, 

The  good  Shepherd  leaveth  the  rest, 
And  seeks  on  the  mountains  all  day, 
And  bringeth  it  home  on  his  breast. 
With  such  gentle  leading, 
With  such  tender  pleading, 
My  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

I,  weary  and  trembling,  come  here, 

And  lay  all  my  sins  at  thy  feet ; 
My  Lord,  let  thy  pity  appear, 
And  let  thy  forgiveness  be  sweet. 
This  word  heals  my  breast, 
My  soul  findeth  rest ; 
For  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

And  now  am  I  strengthened  in  heart ; 

For  though  my  sins  come  like  a  flood, 
Yet  must  the  dark  current  depart, 
When  met  by  the  tide  of  thy  blood. 
My  hope  stands  secure, 
The  promise  is  sure, 
That  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

My  soul  now  in  Jesus  doth  live, 
And  who  shall  condemn  ir,  that  day  ? 


"NOT  WITH  CORRUPTIBLE  THINGS:'    6l 

For  he  who  my  sentence  must  give, 
Hath  borne  my  transgressions  away. 

There  is  no  condemnation, 

But  full,  free  salvation, 
When  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 

I  know  he  hath  welcomed  my  soul, 

And  opened  his  heaven  to  me  ; 
That  while  endless  ages  shall  roll, 
I  blessed  and  near  him  shall  be. 
So  then  when  I'm  dying 
My  heart  shall  be  crying 
That  Jesus  the  sinner  receives. 


"NOT  WITH  CORRUPTIBLE  THINGS." 

^HE  blood  of  Christ !  the  blood  of  Christ ! 
■*•       Thou  only  shalt  the  glory  keep  I 
Fountain  of  every  blessedness, 
Come  !  xike  a  flood,  full,  mighty,  deep  ! 
Come,  fill  my  soul  with  righteousness  ! 
O  thou  eternal  good,  unpriced  ! 
The  blood  of  Christ,  the  blood  of  Christ  I 


62  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

O  covenant  blood  !  O  covenant  blood  ! 
Thou  hast  a  deed  of  wonder  wrought 
Which  calls  for  praises  without  end. 
What  man  can  tell  it  as  he  ought  ? 
For  thou  hast  made  our  God  our  friend, 
Quenched  his  just  anger  in  thy  flood, 
O  covenant  blood  !  O  covenant  blood  ! 

O  righteous  blood  !  O  righteous  blood  ! 
O  living  fountain,  full  and  free, 
Salvation  flows  from  thee  and  heaven ; 
And  all  the  first  man  lost  shall  be 
Here  in  thy  current  once  more  given. 
My  soul's  great  loss  thou  makest  good, 
O  righteous  blood  !  O  righteous  blood  ! 

O  powerful  blood  !  O  powerful  blood  J 
That  makes  the  guilty  sinner  clean, 
That  takes  his  punishment  away, 
And  brings  a  full  forgiveness  in. 
Thou  dost  with  love  his  fears  allay, 
Right  confident  is  now  his  mood, — 
O  powerful  blood  !  O  powerful  blood  ! 

O  lordly  blood  !  O  lordly  blood  ! 
The  wedding  robe  the  law  demands. 


"NOT   WITH  CORRUPTIBLE  THINGS."    6$ 

Poor  spotted  sons  of  Adam,  come 
And  take  it  free  from  Jesus'  hands  ! 
For  lepers,  blind,  and  lame,  and  dumb, 
Thy  purple  makes  the  title  good  : 
O  lordly  blood  !  O  lordly  blood  ! 


Almighty  blood  !  almighty  blood  ! 
Thou  dost  our  battle  fight  and  win  ; 
And  for  the  blessed  victory 
A  spotless  dress  wilt  clothe  us  in  ! 
Eternal  rest  we  find  through  thee,  — 
Our  deep  wounds  heal  in  thy  warm  flood : 
Almighty  blood  !  almighty  blood  ! 

O  blood  divine  !  O  blood  divine  ! 
Thou  changest  with  thy  high  behest 
Death  into  life,  pain  into  peace, 
Curse  into  blessing,  strife  to  rest, 
Anger  to  boundless  stores  of  grace. 
Yes,  these  great  wonders  all  are  thine, 
O  blood  divine  !  O  blood  divine  ! 

O  precious  blood  !  O  precious  blood  ! 
O  blood  of  priceless,  matchless  worth  ; 
All  kingly  riches  cannot  be  — 


64  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

Yea,  not  the  heaven  and  the  earth  — 
Can  ever  be  compared  with  thee. 
Thou,  thou  art  my  eternal  good, 
O  precious  blood  !  O  precious  blood  ! 


THE   SONG   OF  A  TIRED   SERVANT. 

"  f^^"^  more  day's  work  for  Jesus,'  — 
^-^     One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 
But  heaven  is  nearer, 
And  Christ  is  dearer 
Than  yesterday,  to  me. 
His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  : 
How  glorious  is  my  King ! 
'Tis  joy,  not  duty, 
To  speak  his  beauty ; 
My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 

At  the  mere  thought 
How  Christ  her  life  hath  bought. 


A    TIRED  SERVANT. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus. 
Sweet,  sweet  the  work  has  been  ; 
To  tell  his  story, 
To  shew  the  glory 
Where  Christ's  flock  enter  in. 

How  it  did  shine 
In  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ! 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  : 

In  hope,  in  faith,  in  prayer, 

His  word  I've  spoken  — 

His  bread  I've  broken 

To  souls  faint  with  despair ; 

And  bade  them  flee 
To  him  who  hath  saved  me. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus. 
Yes,  and  a  weary  day. 

But  heaven  shines  clearer, 
And  rest  comes  nearer 
At  each  step  of  the  way; 
And  Christ  is  all,  — 
Before  his  face  I  fall. 

O  blessed  work  for  Jesus  ! 
O  rest  at  Jesus'  feet !  — 
5 


66  WAYFARING  HYMNS. 

There  toil  seems  pleasure, 
My  wants  are  treasure, 

And  pain  for  him  looks  sweet. 
Lord,  if  I  may, 

VU  serve  thee  more  another  day. 


